That single word broke all assumptions Luna had ever held. The Watcher the entity which saw seventy-two worlds perish. The being that judged universes. The being that stood beyond existence itself. Was afraid. Terrified. And it was telling them to run. For a single heartbeat, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody even thought. Then the silver path exploded. An audio unlike what reality had ever made burst out from being. Not a roar. Not a scream. An absence. Hearing noise from nothingness where truth fails to label it. The Original Door fractured. The Foundation convulsed. The Sleeper collapsed to one knee. The Unchosen staggered. The First Fear looked genuinely horrified. And from the darkness beyond existence Something emerged. Not a creature. Not a god. Not even a force. A hole. A livin
